Evening Foursome in the Workshop

The workshop is almost dark, only the cold neon light above the lift is still flickering. You hear a soft moan and the creaking of leather as you turn the corner – and stop dead in your tracks. There they are: Lisa, in her tight latex leggings and black blouse that accentuates every curve, and Stefan, whose leather pants and velvet shirt barely conceal what he's up to. Both slowly turn to face you, a knowing smile on their lips. "Well, Thomas," Lisa whispers in a husky voice as she leans seductively against the workbench, "we thought we'd locked ourselves in here undisturbed. But now that you two are here..." Stefan grins, grabs her ass and pulls her closer. "Maybe things are about to get even more interesting." The air is heavy with gasoline and lust. What now?